Open Poetry #44 |
God's Gift To Me |
Chocolateme Junior Member
since 2009-03-12
Posts 15Tx |
God's Gift To Me When my world is filled with troubles & everything is out of control. When I'm looking for an anchor or something on which to hold. When everything is going wrong and my troubles are as bad as they seem. When it seems I stand alone. The only player on my team. When my emotions are running wild and I can fight back tears no more. When Life has clipped my wings, but all I want to do is soar. When I'm dealt a losing hand and only darkness fills my days. When I stumble and sometimes fall and I hurt in many ways. You're always there to comfort me, always standing by my side. Waiting there to welcome me with arms open wide. The world sees you as my mother, I see my best friend. The one who loves me for me and with whom I don't have to pretend. You'd carry my burdens, cry my tears, and take away all my pain if you could. You'd fight my battles, right my wrongs and make all bad things good. All these things you'd do for me all in the name of love. You're the greatest gift God could give a daughter. Sent From Heaven Above. [This message has been edited by Chocolateme (05-20-2009 09:13 AM).] |
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Billie Cullimore Member
since 2009-03-27
Posts 315 |
My Dear, This is so beutiful it should be on a Hall Mark card. Any mother would be so proud to receive such a card. love ya, Billie C. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Beautiful poem! *S* Welcome to Passions! *S* One small note... the color you chose is pretty, but it's very hard to read. |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Very, very nice. This is the stuf that poetry addicts love to read. Welcome to the Blue addiction. Tracey. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Chocolateme, There you go Hon. This is good work. Love Bobby |
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Chocolateme Junior Member
since 2009-03-12
Posts 15Tx |
Thanks to everyone that enjoyed my poem. I actually wrote it for my mom on Mother's Day. I had to leave the room when she read it to keep from crying with her. *A Taste Of Chocolate* |
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